Page 47 of Little Red and Her Creatures of Chaos
“Yeah. You sound like you’re in pain, and I can talk shit because you can’t move.”
“I won’t stay locked to her forever,” I warn.
“I know.” Bryce props his chin on Nash’s side. “That was amazing. I can feel her really clear now.”
I run my fingers through his curly hair. “Me too. I feel like our pack is complete.”
Nash nods in agreement. “We just needed Radley.”
“I’m so fucking glad she forgave us.” Bryce pops to his knees, making the bed jostle. Nash and I groan again at the tug on ourknots, and Bryce laughs. “This is the one time I’m glad I don’t have a knot. Do you guys need anything?”
“Will you go tell Dad that she’s back? He was worried earlier.”
“Of course.” Bryce pops a kiss on mine and Nash’s lips. He kisses Radley’s forehead and lingers for a second before he jumps from the bed and grabs a pair of shorts. He strides from the room, and I can’t help the smile that splits my face.
I always imagined how things would be when we finally had Radley in our lives, but nothing has compared to reality. I almost told her no when she asked us to mark her, but I could feel how sure she was through the bond. She wanted it as much as we did. What I didn’t expect was for her to get off on the pain. Bryce described it as almost unbearable, but she came so fucking hard that she soaked the bed. My cock twitches, and Radley moans in her sleep.
I held myself back the first time we were together, but I let it all out today. She took it with ease and was begging for more. Her perfect tits were bouncing everywhere, and she was flushed all the way down her chest. Her pussy was so wet that you could hear it all around the room. Fuck. I knew she was going to be perfect.
“Mason. Block your thoughts.” I peek at Nash, and his eyes are narrowed. “You didn’t put it back up.”
“Sorry,” I laugh. “Tell me I’m wrong, though.”
“You aren’t wrong, but fuck, we’re already going to be like this for hours, and the more shit I hear you thinking, I just get hard all over again.”
“We need to have a ceremony,” I say quietly.
“We will. We missed telling her that little piece of info.”
“I think she’ll be fine with it, and we don’t have to have it right away. We need to deal with these fucking rogues first.”
“I don’t think the guy from the diner is the mastermind. Someone else is behind all this, someone smarter. Rogues don’t form packs, but when they do, they’re strong.”
Nash adjusts his hold on Radley so he can turn to face me more. “We need to find out who Daniel is. He wasn’t in it for an heir, or he wouldn’t have run off.”
“Unless he was waiting for her to shift. She’s a fucking strong omega. If he catches wind of that, he’ll try to come back for her.”
“Over my dead fucking body,” Nash growls, tightening his hold. “No one is going to mess with her.”
“Agreed. Once Bryce tells him everything, Dad will be on high alert. We need to go check the territory.”
“Mason, your mom is involved. Are you sure you’re going to be able to hurt her if it comes to that?” I think about my answer because Nash deserves the truth. He clears his throat, causing me to look at him. “I also need to know that if it comes to that, and one of us has to hurt her, you aren’t going to carry that around with you.”
“She hurt Bryce. She knew he was part of my pack and went after him anyway. Then she went after Radley. This is all on top of what she did to Dad. So, yeah. If it comes to taking her down, I will, and if you happen to be the one who does it, I’ll never hold that against you. I love you, Nash. That comes before anything else.”
Nash grabs my arm that’s laid on Radley’s hip. “I love you, too. We’ll always be here for you.”
The day my mom rejected the bond was one of the worst experiences of my life. The entire pack was in pain, but Dad held it together the best he could for me. Because she not only rejected Dad and the pack, she rejected me.
It’s something I’d never wish on my worst enemy.
Several hours later, our knots finally released our hold on Radley. We were able to bathe her and put her back to bed without her even waking up. The marks take a lot out of you, but so does what happens after. We call Margie to watch over her so Nash and I can make our rounds. We slip out of the backdoor and shift as we’re outside. We start on the far end, closest to Radley’s grandma’s cabin, and work our way around the property. We catch a slight scent, but it gets stronger closer to where we had the confrontation.
Nash walks several steps ahead of me and growls.
“The scent is strong. They were just here,” he reports.
“Which means they’re still close. Come on.”
